It was much later when I woke up to find myself alone in Val’s bed. Even through the dimness, I recognized his room. I must’ve dosed off most of the morning. I yawned into the pillow, and I suddenly picked up his scent. A long-forgotten stir began to rise. The reality of being alone pained me, and I couldn’t stand the feeling. I wanted him. I called his name. “Val,” I whispered with a sleepy voice.
“Yeah, coming,” he called back to me. He entered the room, bringing me carryout soup. “Hey. Sleeping Beauty is awake!” He smiled brightly.
“What time is it,” I asked, rubbing my eyes and yawning.
“I don’t know. About eleven.”
“In the morning?”
“No, night.” Val laid the soup on the nightstand. “I thought you might like something to eat.” He started pulling the lid off the soup.
“Don’t…” I a
